My christmas present fleece from last year - stretched to the max. (Thankfully it doesn't have buttons....otherwise someone might have lost an eye)
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Baby Shower Fun
On Saturday 9/20, our family & friends were kind enough to throw us a huge baby shower. Our guests were so incredibly generous with gifts for tadpole. I want to thank everyone for their kind words (I didn't hear a single..."you are so freaking fat"). It was great to catch up with some of our friends that we have not seen since our wedding. Thank you again for sharing such a special day with us!
Here are a few pics from the shower. In case you couldn't guess, I am the fatso in the black dress. I know you are supposed to be nice to preg women....but someone should have told me that my dress looked like a mumu!!! Oye.
My husband - aka bartender
Shower guests
Crazy gift table
Ursa helping to unwrap gifts
Tadpole Cake (including an alligator!)
Steve and I want to specifically thank Sarah, Chelly, Amy, my mom, Steve's mom & Tina for all of their hardwork pulling this together. It was a day we will never forget. Thank you so much!!
Here are a few pics from the shower. In case you couldn't guess, I am the fatso in the black dress. I know you are supposed to be nice to preg women....but someone should have told me that my dress looked like a mumu!!! Oye.
My husband - aka bartender
Shower guests
Crazy gift table
Ursa helping to unwrap gifts
Tadpole Cake (including an alligator!)
Steve and I want to specifically thank Sarah, Chelly, Amy, my mom, Steve's mom & Tina for all of their hardwork pulling this together. It was a day we will never forget. Thank you so much!!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Surprise Baby Shower by Men!?
Today I had the surprise of my life....the boys at worked managed to pull off a surprise baby shower for me. I am still completely blown away by it. (FYI - I work at an engineering company where the male population is around 90%) They ordered pizza and a cake, and even bought presents. (granted some of the presents were wrapped in Christmas paper) I wish I had pictures to share, but the boys forgot a camera.
Who knew that engineers were so thoughtful? I love my monkeys!
Note - this also makes up for the rude comments I've been getting the past week or so. Such little gems as "wow...you are huge" or "are you sure that there aren't 2 or 3 in there?" or "is your due date tomorrow?"
Who knew that engineers were so thoughtful? I love my monkeys!
Note - this also makes up for the rude comments I've been getting the past week or so. Such little gems as "wow...you are huge" or "are you sure that there aren't 2 or 3 in there?" or "is your due date tomorrow?"
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Happy Birthday Dad!
A few mortz action shots for his birthday:
His first new england snow w/ spook:
And my fav.....it looks like we know how to dance!!!! What a crock!
Happy birthday!!!
His first new england snow w/ spook:
And my fav.....it looks like we know how to dance!!!! What a crock!
Happy birthday!!!
Love,
the red
Oh my....do you lift weights or work construction?
That is not something I expected to hear from an the nurse teaching our infant/child CPR class yesterday. And no, she was not addressing me...she was speaking to my husband. (Read on - I'll come back to this point)
At the nagging of my obgyn, I signed up for a couple of baby classes. Yesterday was our first, "Infant/Child CPR". We were a few minutes late to class (I forgot to account for the additional time waddling takes), but luckily there were 2 seats available in the last row. The 30-40 minutes of the class were spent going through slides written by a nurse/mother with 6 children all under the age of six (the last 3 of which were triplets). Needless to say, the was an angry undertone to the slides. We did learn a couple of good tips/reminders of things to do pre-tadpoles arrival. Speaking of which, have you heard of "icing your cell phone"? I was the only doofus in the class who didn't know (although I think Steve was lying). If you are in an accident, emergency workers will check your cell phone address book for the ICE contact (in case of emergency). I'll add it to my phone, but Steve is crap out of luck. His company cell phone forces him to use a password. I offered to buy him a dog tag with my number for him to wear on a necklace, but he said no.
Another strange/interesting tidbit: if you call 911 from your cell phone, the call is routed to the State's central calling center, and then routed back to the town you are in. According to the nurse, this could tack another 10-20 minutes onto the emergency response team. If you call from your house phone, it will automatically go directly to the town police/fire. Seeing as we do not own a home phone (or share the same last name...but that is an entirely separate post!), we need to add the local police/fire to our cell phone contacts. We did have an internet home phone for a while, and Steve was able to test the 911 response time (albeit by mistake). The police chief was at our house in less than a minute...small towns are good for something right?
Back to the class. After the slide presentation, we moved onto a series of horribly produced videos designed to scare us, and then train us on CPR. Then the class divided into 2 groups, and the "live practice" began. Our group consisted of crazy ER nurse and 2 other couples. We started with the dummy toddler, and worked our way around the group practicing. When we got to Steve, he placed his fist on the toddlers chest, wrapped his other hand around, and "WOOFT"....I honestly thought the head was going to blow off the doll, bounce off the ceiling, and land on me. What does the teacher do? She giggles like a highschool girl watching her football interest running sprints on the field. "Oh my...you are so strong!" He tries again "WOOft"...yes, it was a little lighter although not much (poor plastic dummy). Now the silver haired fox exclaims "oh my...do you lift weights or work construction for living? You are so strong!". I immediately start laughing, especially when he says in his deepest tone "I work in finance". The dummy gets passed to couple #3, the scrawny nerdy couple. The poor guy tries to get a good "WOOFT" from the dummy's windpipe, but no such luck.
We continue on to the infant dummy. We have reversed direction this time, so I get the infant dummy after Steve has blown out its air pouch. I have severe issues b/c I can't bend over to give the dummy a breath while its balanced on my leg (big belly in the way). I end up having to use the table for support, while the instructor ignores me and continues to comment on my husband's likeness to Hercules. After a few more tries, I was finally able to figure out how to save my plastic baby from choking. Hopefully my Hercules will be there when I need him. :)
Oh - a warning to everyone coming over once tadpole is born. My OCD husband has purchased a blowup baby and CPR dvd (on a suggestion from the silver haired fox). I believe he will be requiring everyone to take a lesson and practice on the creepy blowup baby. Have fun with that one.
At the nagging of my obgyn, I signed up for a couple of baby classes. Yesterday was our first, "Infant/Child CPR". We were a few minutes late to class (I forgot to account for the additional time waddling takes), but luckily there were 2 seats available in the last row. The 30-40 minutes of the class were spent going through slides written by a nurse/mother with 6 children all under the age of six (the last 3 of which were triplets). Needless to say, the was an angry undertone to the slides. We did learn a couple of good tips/reminders of things to do pre-tadpoles arrival. Speaking of which, have you heard of "icing your cell phone"? I was the only doofus in the class who didn't know (although I think Steve was lying). If you are in an accident, emergency workers will check your cell phone address book for the ICE contact (in case of emergency). I'll add it to my phone, but Steve is crap out of luck. His company cell phone forces him to use a password. I offered to buy him a dog tag with my number for him to wear on a necklace, but he said no.
Another strange/interesting tidbit: if you call 911 from your cell phone, the call is routed to the State's central calling center, and then routed back to the town you are in. According to the nurse, this could tack another 10-20 minutes onto the emergency response team. If you call from your house phone, it will automatically go directly to the town police/fire. Seeing as we do not own a home phone (or share the same last name...but that is an entirely separate post!), we need to add the local police/fire to our cell phone contacts. We did have an internet home phone for a while, and Steve was able to test the 911 response time (albeit by mistake). The police chief was at our house in less than a minute...small towns are good for something right?
Back to the class. After the slide presentation, we moved onto a series of horribly produced videos designed to scare us, and then train us on CPR. Then the class divided into 2 groups, and the "live practice" began. Our group consisted of crazy ER nurse and 2 other couples. We started with the dummy toddler, and worked our way around the group practicing. When we got to Steve, he placed his fist on the toddlers chest, wrapped his other hand around, and "WOOFT"....I honestly thought the head was going to blow off the doll, bounce off the ceiling, and land on me. What does the teacher do? She giggles like a highschool girl watching her football interest running sprints on the field. "Oh my...you are so strong!" He tries again "WOOft"...yes, it was a little lighter although not much (poor plastic dummy). Now the silver haired fox exclaims "oh my...do you lift weights or work construction for living? You are so strong!". I immediately start laughing, especially when he says in his deepest tone "I work in finance". The dummy gets passed to couple #3, the scrawny nerdy couple. The poor guy tries to get a good "WOOFT" from the dummy's windpipe, but no such luck.
We continue on to the infant dummy. We have reversed direction this time, so I get the infant dummy after Steve has blown out its air pouch. I have severe issues b/c I can't bend over to give the dummy a breath while its balanced on my leg (big belly in the way). I end up having to use the table for support, while the instructor ignores me and continues to comment on my husband's likeness to Hercules. After a few more tries, I was finally able to figure out how to save my plastic baby from choking. Hopefully my Hercules will be there when I need him. :)
Oh - a warning to everyone coming over once tadpole is born. My OCD husband has purchased a blowup baby and CPR dvd (on a suggestion from the silver haired fox). I believe he will be requiring everyone to take a lesson and practice on the creepy blowup baby. Have fun with that one.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Happy 27th Birthday Sarah!
Happy Birthday Aunt Sarah! We hope you get lots of presents (don't worry if they are wrapped in christmas paper...)
Love,
Ursa & Tadpole
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